It Was In The Forest. No One

And Maybe Now You'll Start Treating Everybody With Respect. Not Just The People You Think Are Important.

Hi." "hi." I Shrug, As Though To Say "whatever." In My Peripheral Vision I Can See Magnus Exhale. He Looks A Teeny Bit Nervous. "so." "so." I Can Play This Game Too. "poppy." "poppy. I Mean, Magnus." I Scowl. He Caught Me Out.

I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

It's Just The Way Things Are. And You Can't Dwell On What Might Have Been. You Have To Look At What Is.

Darling, When Things Go Wrong In Life, You Lift Your Chin, Put On A Ravishing Smile, Mix Yourself A Little Cocktail.